Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.